Here's the beginning of something! I think at some point I lost the ability to wrap things up in fewer than seventy gajillion words (note: this may be a slight exaggeration) so there's more to come. DISCLAIMER for the world at large because I'm never less nervous about this: I don't own these people; I am writing this based on their public personas, I'm not making any money, and none of this ever happened. Also, I love the fourth wall so much that if I was in kindergarten I'd already be playground-married to it, so not linking this fic to anyone featured in it/anyone who knows them is a super awesome plan.
It’s a drizzly November morning when Niall’s sofa starts demanding to know who he’s gonna call.
“Ghost-busters,” Niall chants at it as he digs under the cushions for his mobile. When he finally fishes it out there’s a new text on the screen from Harry that just says trigonometry HELP. Niall snorts and texts back 15 mins okay?
ABSOLUTELY NOT, I DEMAND YOUR PRESENCE THIS INSTANT, Harry replies and then two seconds later, I’m
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“You know what, I might wait on that snack,” Harry says suddenly. Niall blinks and glances up at him.
“What, there’s no way you hate a-squared plus b-squared equals c-squared that much, c’mon.”
“No, no, just. Not hungry right now, that’s all,” Harry says.
“Huh-uh,” Niall says. “I was promised a chocolate-blueberry muffin and I’m going to have a chocolate-blueberry muffin. Without paying for it. Because you’re going to pay for it. Chop chop, haven’t got all day.”
The nice thing about Harry is that as easily as people cave for him when he goes all pouty and curly-haired at them, he caves at least as easily even for people who don’t look like weirdly attractive Renaissance cherubs. Which is presumably why he says, “Alright,” and wanders off toward the front counter instead of telling Niall to buy his own damn muffin
( ... )
Oh my god!!!! If you wanted to write another seventy gajillion words of this I would be THRILLED. They'll just have to stay boyfriendy! This is so adorable and I love it. <33333
I'm sorry this took so long! I've got final exams coming up and they're sort of eating into my free time. But! Here is "Fic! Part II."
“Would it really be that hard?” Harry asks.
“That’s what she said,” Niall says automatically. Harry rolls his eyes and grins.
“Seriously, I don’t want to quit hanging out there or anything. We’ll just-hold hands and stuff, yeah? Until this all blows over.”
“Excuse you, I don’t know what this ‘til it all blows over’ stuff is,” Niall says with a haughty sniff. “I’ll have you know, Harry Styles, I’m a keeper.”
+ + + + +Niall pretty much forgets about the whole thing until he gets out of his Wednesday afternoon class and Harry’s waiting for him, leaning against the wall and tapping away at his phone
( ... )
“Those’ll be up in just a couple minutes,” Alice says, so Niall tugs Harry over to wait by the counter. Harry rocks back to lean against the wall and then seems to think better of it, because all of a sudden there’s a long, tall warmth all along Niall’s side. Harry bumps their hips together in a way that feels weirdly like hello, even though they said their hellos ages ago. Niall shrugs mentally and leans into Harry a bit.
“You were right, this isn’t so tough,” Niall says under his breath.
“Shhh! We’re being covert,” Harry hisses, his stage whisper louder than Niall’s speaking voice
( ... )
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It’s a drizzly November morning when Niall’s sofa starts demanding to know who he’s gonna call.
“Ghost-busters,” Niall chants at it as he digs under the cushions for his mobile. When he finally fishes it out there’s a new text on the screen from Harry that just says trigonometry HELP. Niall snorts and texts back 15 mins okay?
ABSOLUTELY NOT, I DEMAND YOUR PRESENCE THIS INSTANT, Harry replies and then two seconds later, I’m ( ... )
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“What, there’s no way you hate a-squared plus b-squared equals c-squared that much, c’mon.”
“No, no, just. Not hungry right now, that’s all,” Harry says.
“Huh-uh,” Niall says. “I was promised a chocolate-blueberry muffin and I’m going to have a chocolate-blueberry muffin. Without paying for it. Because you’re going to pay for it. Chop chop, haven’t got all day.”
The nice thing about Harry is that as easily as people cave for him when he goes all pouty and curly-haired at them, he caves at least as easily even for people who don’t look like weirdly attractive Renaissance cherubs. Which is presumably why he says, “Alright,” and wanders off toward the front counter instead of telling Niall to buy his own damn muffin ( ... )
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“Would it really be that hard?” Harry asks.
“That’s what she said,” Niall says automatically. Harry rolls his eyes and grins.
“Seriously, I don’t want to quit hanging out there or anything. We’ll just-hold hands and stuff, yeah? Until this all blows over.”
“Excuse you, I don’t know what this ‘til it all blows over’ stuff is,” Niall says with a haughty sniff. “I’ll have you know, Harry Styles, I’m a keeper.”
+ + + + +Niall pretty much forgets about the whole thing until he gets out of his Wednesday afternoon class and Harry’s waiting for him, leaning against the wall and tapping away at his phone ( ... )
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“You were right, this isn’t so tough,” Niall says under his breath.
“Shhh! We’re being covert,” Harry hisses, his stage whisper louder than Niall’s speaking voice ( ... )
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Heeee! This whole thing is so ADORABLE AND PERFECT, I love it! ♥
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